Denisovian Ribs Lyrics


Our stomachs twist and our bodies weakening.

Famine all over the tribe.

Bones under the skin and our faces getting gaunt.

Therefore we had, therefore we had to

Open the restaurant - Greedy gourmet

Select the best meat - Connoisseur

Denisovian ribs - Gastronome

Sophisticated meals - Fine bouche

Fine bouche.

Denisovian ribs.

We don’t have nothing to feed our young now.

Famine over the tribe.

Eaten by our frogs, crops and cattle froze.

Therefore we had, therefore we had to

Open the restaurant - Greedy gourmet

Select the best meat - Connoisseur

Denisovian ribs - Gastronome

Sophisticated meals - Fine bouche